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WARLORD

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WARLORD 
by David Rollins

The lavender sea rolled slow and languid beneath the white hull of the Medusa, the über-luxurious Mangusta 130 that was Benicio von Weiss’s toy du jour. Diogo ‘Fruit Fly’ 
Jaguaribe’s battered head rolled from side to side with the motion of the boat, unaware of himself or his surroundings, the naked overhead sun boring through the pure clean air and burning the skin beneath the dyed black grizzle on the crown of his scalp. A sound escaped his throat but nothing else had a chance of freedom. Not out here. Not now.

Von Weiss upended the chilled bottle of Evian, took a long drink, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He caught sight of 
himself in one of the smoked gray glass panels and liked what he saw: tall muscular build, thick blond hair and a new nose that 
combined with a laser peel to make him look closer to thirty than forty. His eyes moved on to survey the horizon: nothing but the crisp blue line where sea met sky, Medusa’s tender, and the small solitary green island of Queimada Grande. Brazil lay twenty kilometres behind the eastern horizon. Out to the west, four thousand miles of empty 
Atlantic Ocean stretched all the way to Africa.

‘Maybe this will teach you a valuable lesson to take into your next life, eh Mr Fruit Fly?’ von Weiss said in Portuguese to his 
unconscious captive. ‘Having fingers that stick to other people’s money can get you into trouble.’ He lifted one of the man’s hands to give the destroyed hand a final inspection and squeezed the thumb and forefinger together, producing from his captive a gratifying flinch accompanied by another groan as the knuckles parted once more.

Medusa’s tender maneuvred closer, a white jet boat, its exhaust pipes gargling seawater. It gently nudged the mother ship’s transom and von Weiss gave his men the nod. They hauled their captive across the gap between the two craft, timing the transfer between the peaks of the swell, and threw him into the vessel’s spotless teak floorboards.